The children were finally in bed. I stood in the doorway and saw them sleeping peacefully. A small moment of peace before the evening really began.
My gaze slid over to the sofa where Jonas, my young neighbor, was sitting. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and his shirt was stretched over his muscles.
I kept asking myself why he made the effort to look after my children. It was probably because he wanted to earn some extra money while studying. And he just couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
I noticed his furtive glances. The way he tried not to stare, but never quite succeeded.
I slowly walked to the living room. My high heels clicked softly on the parquet floor and I saw Jonas moving restlessly on the couch when he heard me.
“The little ones are sleeping,” I said and plopped down on the sofa next to him. I leaned back, crossed my legs and looked him straight in the eyes. His brown eyes revealed everything he was thinking.
“Well done, Jonas,” I said and smiled at him. “You’re doing a really good job.”
He laughed nervously, shrugged his shoulders and looked away embarrassed.
“It’s nothing special,” he mumbled and waved it off.
But that was it. I saw how hard he was trying. And I knew how he felt about me, even if he would never say it. So I took over.
I pushed him back into the cushions so that he was half lying on the sofa while I knelt between his legs.
My gaze stayed on his eyes as I began to unzip his jeans. I could feel him tensing. His breathing quickened and his hands gripped the upholstery.
“You like that, don’t you?” I grinned and slowly pulled down the zipper. His arousal was already visible under his jeans, big and hard, just as I had imagined.
“Yes,” he said quietly. More of a groan than a word.
I pulled down his jeans and boxer shorts at the same time until his penis was right in front of me. It was impressive. Big, thick, the veins pulsating under the skin.
I ran my fingertips along his length before gripping him tightly. My thumb stroked the tip, playing with the small drop of moisture that gathered there.
Jonas moaned softly and his head fell back as I started to rub him slowly.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked as I tightened my grip and pumped him in a steady rhythm. My hand slid up and down, my long nails lightly scratching his sensitive skin.
“Unbelievable,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.
I loved seeing him like that. So under my control, so much in my hands. In the truest sense of the word.
I leaned forward, letting my breath brush over his glans before I opened my mouth and took him in. Slowly, deeply, until he almost completely disappeared into my mouth.
My tongue swirled around his tip, then I slid lower, sucking lightly while my hand worked the part I couldn’t reach.
“Oh God, yes…” Jonas moaned. His hips rose unconsciously, pushing deeper into my mouth. I let him, let him feel how well I was handling it.
My lips wrapped tightly around him as I slid down, slowly and deeply, then back up, my tongue always moving, my hand in perfect rhythm.
I felt him start to shake. His breathing became more irregular, his hands now gripping my hair, pulling me to him as he lost himself in the feeling of my mouth.
“You’re so good,” he murmured, chewing on his lower lip.
I let go of him for a moment, grinned up at him and slowly licked his length.
“That’s nothing,” I said, winking at him. “Wait until I get started.”
Without further words, I sank down on him, faster, harder this time, my hand moving in a firm grip while my mouth worked more intensely.
I felt him pulsing hard in my mouth, how he was tensing more and more.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” I asked in between
“Yes… Please, don’t stop…” he moaned, but that was exactly what I intended.
I suddenly let go of him, stood up and smiled as he looked at me in confusion.
“Not so fast, Jonas,” I said quietly. “I want to have some fun too.”
I pulled up my dress, pushed my panties aside and sat on top of him. His eyes widened as I slowly slid myself onto his rock hard cock. It felt perfect, the way he filled me up, big and hot inside me.